To make up for not updating yesterday...
A small, black-clothed figure dashed through the shadowy, sinister-looking halls lithely and silently, pausing at the doors every now and then. Clearly, this person was looking for something.
"Kiyoteru, I don't care if you think this is necessary!" snapped a woman's voice. The ninja-figure's head tilted to one side, and began to sneak over, footsteps muffled by the thick, rich carpet. "They'll never even look at this stuff ever again in their life!"
"It's still part of the curriculum, Meiko." A calm, cool voice replied. Now, the spy leaned forward, careful to not be seen by the two in the neat office, as the device in the gloved hands was readied.
"Screw the curriculum!" ranted the woman. "These kids don't need this! They should get more freedom! More creativity! More-!" Kiyoteru had leaned in and kissed her, effectively shutting her up.
The camera flashed, and before the two could even break apart from each other in confusion, the sneak was gone, nothing but the wind swirling dust in small circles from his flight.
.
Piko ripped the hood from his head, face flushed as he sat gasping for breath. "I hate running!" was his first words.
"Did you get it?" was the only reply. Utatane Piko pouted.
"That's the only thing you can ask your boyfriend who, I might add, risked his life to get what you wanted for your hobby?"
Smiling, Miki leaned in and pecked Piko on the cheek while sneakily taking the picture from his suddenly lax hands.
Piko sat there on the ground for an hour, trying to remember his name.
I'm being cliched. Deal with it.
~Ten-Faced~